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“You’re pretty cocky considering your circumstances.”
The warm softness of her skin made the tone of her voice all the more sexy. Fire and ice.
I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to own her, possess her. To consume her whole.
“And you’re pretty gutsy for a girl who’s way out of her depth.”
She gasped with eyes flashing, then pinned her tongue between her teeth. A little smile crept up one cheek—barely noticeable, but fucking intoxicating.
“Maybe you’re forgetting who’s in mortal danger.”
“And maybe you’re forgetting who’s making a mess of my sheets.”
Her eyes blazed and she ground her hips again. I studied her close, watching every gesture and gyration, every movement and gasp. There was no question that she knew her own body and knew what it meant to pleasure herself.
I was fucking glad about that. If only because it made me think of her in her moments of pleasure. Touching herself. Maybe rolling up her bed pillow and riding it as she was doing to me right now…
But the way she reacted to my body told me something else; my brother might be a fucking liar ninety-nine percent of the time, but I was pretty sure he’d told it to me straight about one thing. She was a virgin. She was playing the experienced woman, but she wasn’t experienced at all.
“You’re way too fucking innocent for a guy like me,” I told her, keeping my voice low, trying to convince myself I could destroy her if I unleashed myself on her right now.
“Me?” she said, lifting her shoulder, being coy and seductive. “Innocent? I don’t think so, Vasile.”
She had the act down, but it wasn’t real. I knew it in my gut. She wanted it, though. That sweet scent drifting from between her legs told me more than her words.
Fine. If she wanted to play this game, we were gonna play it for real.
I tensed my ass and drove my shaft into her spread legs, with only the sheet preventing me from driving into her for real. She gasped and shuddered, then looked down at me with lips quivering and eyes darting from my left to my right and back again.
She’d be a shitty poker player; couldn’t bluff to save her life. Her eyes softened a little, and she blinked once at me.
In that expression, I saw just how innocent she really was. And how terrified she was as well, deep-down inside her. I reached up to touch her face, sliding my fingers gently along her cheek, past the curve of her ear, and into her thick, honey-colored hair.
I grabbed a fistful of it, hard, enough to make her neck tip back, and said, “You’re fucking safe with me. But I’m gonna warn you,” I clenched my fist to get a better grip on her, “once I start, I won’t stop.”
She let out a low growl at the ceiling. “Good.”
Her on top was sexy, but it was time for me to show her what I was really like. It was time for me to dominate her—the way I craved, the way she fucking deserved.
With one powerful thrust, I flipped her onto her back and pinned her with all of my weight, tearing the sheets from around us and throwing them across the room. I seized the knife from her and forced her wrists above her head in one of my hands.
With the other, I palmed the knife, blade pointed straight at her and glinting in the moonlight.
She gasped as I slipped it under the thin white cotton that covered her and in two sweeping motions cut her nightdress from her.
Her gorgeous, creamy white tits were pulled up and flattened by the position of her arms, making her nipples look even more swollen and pointed against them.
Leaning down over her, I positioned the knife down, with the flat of the blade against her ribcage, and the tip against the mattress. Then I got to work on those fucking tight nipples. I sucked hard on the left, biting her nipple until she tried to kick me off of her. The harder she fought, the more I bit down. Releasing her only when her moan turned sharp and the squeal of pain echoed in my ears.
She hissed up at the ceiling, and when she looked back at me, I saw not just that adrenaline rush of pain in her eyes.
But I also saw fear. Fear of what I could do to her, fear of what was to come. It wasn’t just fear, though. There was terror. And I wanted her to feel a lot of things for me, but terrified wasn’t one of them.
“I told you you’re safe with me,” I said.
She nodded, wide eyed. “I know,” she said softly.
“With me,” I told her, “pain is only a means to pleasure.”
Valeria blinked in that innocent way she had before. “You mean, unlike with your brother.”
